Much like the title says, I am interested in collaborating with an artist (paid, though I am no rich man) to illustrate a children's story I've written. The story itself is called, "Fishing for Sunset" and is a magical, surreal short-story meant to inspire and evoke a sense of wonderment.
For something similar, I recommend looking at 'The White Goblin' by Ul De Rico, as far as style, theme, and mood.
Below I'm including the first 'page' of the story. If interested, please feel free to send me a PM or email (candlejack13@hotmail.com), and we can talk. Thank you.
Sanjian'Ro built his house at the edge of a curious cliff overlooking a dry river bed. He built it out of rocks, and sticks, and hope. In the evenings when the red and white suns would set, every hundred years or so, he trundled out wrapped tightly under a shell of cloaks with his rickety cart and made his way down to the riverbed. When he got to the gravelly banks, he parked his cart and would stand for a time, feeling the rocks beneath his feet and watched as the suns disappeared behind the winding mountains.
Hello, I'm a children's artist who has one publication in circulation. I would like to be part of this project. My DA gallery has some light hearted illustrations. I can also do traditional artwork.
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For something similar, I recommend looking at 'The White Goblin' by Ul De Rico, as far as style, theme, and mood.
Below I'm including the first 'page' of the story. If interested, please feel free to send me a PM or email (candlejack13@hotmail.com), and we can talk. Thank you.
Sanjian'Ro built his house at the edge of a curious cliff overlooking a dry river bed. He built it out of rocks, and sticks, and hope. In the evenings when the red and white suns would set, every hundred years or so, he trundled out wrapped tightly under a shell of cloaks with his rickety cart and made his way down to the riverbed. When he got to the gravelly banks, he parked his cart and would stand for a time, feeling the rocks beneath his feet and watched as the suns disappeared behind the winding mountains.